Eventually, if nothing changed, I would join the treadmill of marrying one of these yokels, have many c***dren and live out a peasant life of abject p...overty, waiting to be told that my husband had died in yet another mining disaster.At sixteen I was still a bal maiden, but not so much emphasis on the maiden part, I was getting some respite from the work place drudgery due to the wheal owner’s son, he would take me behind the coal store and fuck me as he believed was his right. Between this and. "Oh God, Rick! Yes, oh yess!" Tracy cried as she felt my tongue burrowing its way into her depths. I shoved my tongue into her as deep as I could get it wanting to get at every drop of her sweet nectar that I possibly could. She tasted delicious and I was feeling very greedy! Tracy was more than willing to give me as much as I wanted too - as I lay there eating her juicy peach, she squirmed and twisted moaning her delight and telling me just what to do to bring her higher and closer to her. Consequently my tongue was loose and the grandkids hadgathered around to listen. A pile of wrappings and trash lay in thecorner from the now naked gifts, and their parents were all gatheredaround the television watching football. The children had learned overthe past holidays that I did not hold much back and found me tactlesslyentertaining. Most of them were 12 to 16 years old and complainingabout their social lives or personal relationships. "Like they have itso bad," I thought to myself.. I was talking to a guy I had played high school ball with and he noticed where I was looking:"She sure is something, isn't she?"I nodded my head and asked him who she was."That's JoAnne Storey" he told me."I sure would like to meet her" I said, "and get to know her."He laughed, "Oh you can get to know her all right, in fact she would probably let you get to know her real well."I thought that was a funny thing to say and when I turned to him to ask him what he meant he was already moving away to.